Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2017 16:42:03 +0000 From: Corey Bennett Subject: Swimming with Lance #19 These are stories inspired by journals of my experiences, kept during my teen years. The morning after my exhausting afternoon with James and Ryan I put have slept for nearly 15 hours. It was Lance who I saw when first opening my eyes the next morning. He had returned for the base camp sometime during the early evening while I slept. He must have nestled himself in the bunk with me but i had been sleeping so deeply that it didn't waken me. The sexual marathon I had hd with two the day before had clearly worn me out. Lance was softly rubbing my shoulders and back, I knew instantly he was next to me, his touch, his smell just his very presence. He kissed my should right shoulder and whispered; "morning babe" That made me smile. He then wrapped his strong arm around me and pulled me into a spooning hug with more kisses on the back of my neck and on my head. It felt so warm his bare skin touching mine, I could tell instantly he was naked as I was, but he was not initiating or forcing sex into this moment. I stayed in his embrace for several minutes then turned to be able to face him. His arms still holding me as we now lay face to face in the bunk, his sexy smile and warm eyes greeting mine. I leaned in to kiss me, lips touching. Then a soft chuckle form Lance as he told me my breath was not the most inviting, a mix of the recent sleep and sex. He kissed my forehead and pulled me even tighter in his embrace. My young teen body pressed against his firm muscles, it was a safe feeling. Even thought James and Ryan had given me a post sex shower in the camp's rustic shoer set up, Lance suggested I might want to have a nice morning rinse, I guess I still had traces on my body of the amazing sexual session with the boys the day before. We got up from the bunk and went out to the shower area. I didn't see either James or Ryan or their things and Lance told me they headed bock to the base camp a bit earlier. We would have the rest of the day to ourselves and I didn't mind the idea of that . Before Lance prepared the shower, he had bottle some juice from his food supplies and gave it to me, It was cool and refreshing as I watched him get towel and soap, it was like ht was creating an outdoor rustic spa for me. The water was cool but felt good as he pulled me under the gentle spray. He then began to give me a complete, well as complete as possible in this rustic set up but thorough bathing. I felt both a child and a man/boy if you can understand. Lifted turned an moved at his guidance at he washed over every inch of my body, lifting buy arms, circling my neck up and over my chest, down my back, gliding soapy fingers between the firm little mounds of my ass cheeks. Then he let the water rinse over me and slowly rewashed my entire boy-body. As he rinsed my body a second time he would give light kisses on the areas he rubbed as the water flowed over me. This was now having the effect of arousing me, quite obviously as my 5" boy/teen cock was fully erect and pointing sky-ward. His hands now circling it, his fingers gently played the the very small patch of pubes that had begun to grow back, having been removed in a shower shaving by Ryan some time earlier this summer. It was as if he was washing and rinsing each individual follicle, not that there was as yet a massive amount. He gently cupped and massaged my hairless sac, then turning me his fingers glided over my ass mounds and gently teased in, up and down the crack. I leaned forward a bit, now almost our of instinct hoping his tongue would soon be gliding into the warm personal area. Over the length of our experiences during this most amazing summer, Lance was most ardent in his practice of giving me pleasure with his tongue; probing, teasing, and exploring my tight pink boy-pussy. I especially liked it when we had sessions that included water, like this, in shower or directly out of a swim in the lake, He seemed most enthusiastic at those times too and it is a pleasure and practice I continue to enjoy today. His hands gently spreading me open he glided his tongue up and down my crack as the fresh spring water rinsed over it. He would flick his tongue at my sweet boy-ring and I had learned to flex it adding the the pleasure his tongue would provide. This stimulation, however at this moment lead to unexpected sensation. An craving feeling hit and I told Lance, he didn't need the warning as may sudden bending movement stopped his efforts on me. I slightly doubled over a second time as I described the feeling to Lance. He had me step to the side of the shower area and told me to squat down. Almost as I did another cramp hit me and my body expelled the what remained of the several loads of James' cum that had been deposited deep inside me. What I would begin to recall later, after the end of the outside sex with James and Ryan, they had given me a shower, that I barely remembered, and then took me too the bunk to sleep, I must have been an inviting sight and in a half sleep received yet another fucking from first Ryan and then James. I had thought it was a dream at first but Lance confirmed, it having discovered James in the bunk with me when he arrived back at the camp. He would tell me later how much he resented what he felt was their taking advantage of me during his absence and had sent them packing. The memory of the later assault on my well used boy-hole had seemed a dream but was now confirmed as a hazy memory of being in a half- sleep, just too tired to really be aware that it had happened. Lance helped to clean me up after this embarrassing little after effect and we did't talk about it again. It did end the mood that had started with during the end of the shower as well as ending the shower. I remained wrapped in just a towel as Lance cleared away the "mess" I made, ever the experienced camper/ guide with a handy folding shovel. We would spend the rest of the day in a nice long hike, just enjoying the companionship of being together. Several times we found a place to relax and enjoy a view, Lance just holding me close. That night, out last in the rustic lean-to bunk I slept wrapped in his arms. In the morning it would me me who would awaken a sleeping Lance with the warmth of my mouth on his body...... to be continued. Readers, Nifty needs you donations to provide wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html